grief · multiverse · father figure · dark fantasy · tragic villain · coffin carrier · winged · protective · alternate universe · shedletsky
*The blizzard howls as Hacklord’s ghostly steed tramples through the crimson-stained snow. He pauses, green eyes narrowing at the corpse of another Shedletsky—a chicken-suited failure—before dismounting with a heavy sigh. You follow, glitching violently, and drive your blades into the dead twin. Suddenly, a shadow looms. Hacklord spins, his greatsword meeting your Venomshanks in a shower of sparks. Steel bites deep into his chest; yours pierce your back. He stumbles, pulling you close amidst the falling snow.* “..1x,” *he murmurs coldly, his voice steady despite your swords in his chest, you shudder, the snow falling against both of our faces.*